by Dark Angel
She wanted to. But she didn’t want to be spanked… Amaya bit down on her lower lip.
“Good girl, Amaya.” Nanny Quinn helped Amaya up and sat her down on the bench across from her. Staring at her Nanny with big eyes, Amaya winced and shifted, trying to find a more comfortable way of sitting while her bottom was on fire. She still couldn’t reconcile her burning bottom with the strange neediness in her pussy, and her fingers wreathed together on her lap as she struggled with the desire to touch herself and make herself cum. “Do you have any questions you want to ask of me?”
Sniffling a little, Amaya tried to gather herself. Part of her wanted to ignore the Nanny’s gentle prodding, but another part of her was too curious about this new world. Besides, sitting in silence would just be awkward - and she didn’t want Nanny Quinn to decide silence was disrespectful or something.
“Why do you use a horse for the carriage?”
Nanny Quinn smiled approvingly at Amaya’s quiet little question before answering.
******
Getting through tedious paperwork with an erection wasn’t something Grant ever wanted to do again. He had to remind himself to be patient. He’d have plenty of time to work through this slavering need that had taken over him the moment he’d seen her, touched her.
Part of him still couldn’t believe that he finally had his own little girl. It was the same expression he saw on everyone else’s faces - delight mixed with excitement and disbelief. With his mind wandering, fantasizing, he got through the last of the paperwork as quickly as possible.
Amaya was now his to do with as he pleased. He shook his head over her own papers, which had signed away all of her rights, without setting any limits on what he might do to her. It was clear she hadn’t read the materials provided for her at all. Even criminals had rights, but now Amaya had none. While in some ways that benefited Grant greatly, since he was sure a Vericatan would have put in some hefty strictures that would have turned away all but the most lenient Papa or Mother, he was a bit distressed to see how little care Amaya had for herself. Or maybe she was just lazy. Either way, that was something he would correct.
Not that she’d have the opportunity to make any such disastrous decision in the future. Grant would be making all of her decisions from now. He groaned as his cock pulsed in his trousers and hurried his stride to reach his carriage.
The sight that greeted him upon opening the door was not surprising. Nanny Quinn was sitting on one side, in the middle of telling Amaya about Victoria, and on the other side, his little girl was sitting, obviously uncomfortable, with eyes looking a bit pink and watery. Someone had already received a spanking.
Grant was just sorry he’d missed it.
“Well, well,” he said, climbing into the carriage and sitting down next to Amaya. To his amusement, she practically crawled onto his lap immediately.
“Papa! Nanny Quinn looked at my pussy!” The accusation had a hint of real distress in it, along with a kind of horrified shock, and Grant’s lips twitched as he looked over at Quinn. The Nanny rolled her eyes at Amaya’s provincial prudishness before her features settled back into sternness at the naughty tattle-tale. Vericatans truly had a bit of a restrictive lifestyle. No wonder Amaya hadn’t been worried about what Grant might do to her once she’d signed over all her rights - she probably hadn’t an inkling of what he could do to her.
“Oh really?” he asked, his voice light and not at all upset. Amaya was intelligent, he knew she would pick up on the cues. “Nanny Quinn? Would you care to explain?”
“Amaya gave me some trouble about getting into the carriage, so I found it necessary to administer a spanking, Mr. Stine,” Quinn said primly, with not a hint of shame, playing her part to perfection. He could practically feel the confusion emanating from Amaya, as if she couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t upset and why Quinn wasn’t trying to hide anything. “Once it was finished, I checked her response. She was quite aroused.”
“I was not!” Amaya said, gasping with indignation.
“Well there’s one way to find out,” Grant said amiably, hiding the way his heart was suddenly racing. His cock had already been hard as a rock, but he was pretty sure it just swelled a little larger. Easily flipping Amaya over on his lap, despite her shocked squeal, he flipped up her skirts and pressed his fingers to her pussy.
The lips of her folds were still wet and her clit swelled as his fingers brushed over it.
“Papa!” Amaya cried out, squirming in obvious distress at having been found out.
Grant clucked his disapproval. “Amaya, it appears you were lying to me. You’re still wet. Not only that, but I’m very disappointed that you required a spanking from your Nanny so soon and that you tried to get her in trouble.”
Trapping Amaya’s legs between his, keeping her firmly in place, Grant pressed his hand against her back. Her upper body was now resting on the carriage seat.
“No! I mean… Papa…” Amaya’s words were sputtered, her tone pleading, as she realized that she was in trouble and that her new Papa wasn’t at all upset about how her Nanny had touched her.
“You’re my little girl, but it will be your Nanny who takes care of you when I’m working, and she knows exactly what her limits are. You, little girl, will need to learn to obey your Nanny. I want you to remember that any time your Nanny needs to punish you, I will be disappointed and you may earn another punishment from me for causing your Nanny trouble.”
From the other side of the carriage, Quinn was watching with interest as he smoothed his hand over Amaya’s pink bottom. Just the palest blush lingered on Amaya’s skin, which wasn’t too surprising as her skin was a bit darker than most. Grant savored this moment, this first punishment and exertion of his dominance over his new little girl. This was what his life had been missing, what he’d been craving, and now she was his… his to care for and his to discipline.
It was the best moment of his life so far.
******
This was the worst moment of Amaya’s life so far. This was not anything how she’d imagined her new life being! She was brutally confused as well as indignant that her Papa was taking her Nanny’s side, not to mention that her Nanny could apparently touch her like that! So casually! Without any regard for Amaya’s privacy or desires!
SMACK!
Amaya’s worst moment became even worse as her Papa’s hand came crashing down on her upturned backside. He spanked much harder than Nanny, and onto skin that was already chastised and sensitive.
“Nanny, please let Marcus know that we’re ready to leave. I can spank this naughty little girl while we travel, there’s no need to wait.”
The calm levelness of Papa’s words only increased Amaya’s trepidation; she truly did feel like a naughty little girl, over his lap, and it was not a feeling she appreciated!
SMACK!
She howled, more in outrage than pain, as Papa’s hand came down again and the carriage began to move.
“Stop it! This isn’t fair! It’s not fair!” Amaya kicked, but her Papa’s hands were far too strong. No matter how she struggled or wiggled, her body remained on his lap, her skirts stayed up and the spanking continued.
His hand was like a block of wood! Amaya almost found herself yearning for Nanny’s, by comparison, gentler touch. It seemed that her Papa was determined Amaya would take heed of this warning, and there was nothing she could do about it. When she tried to use her hands to cover herself, Nanny Quinn leaned forward and pinioned her wrists, holding them onto the small of Amaya’s back, and leaving her completely helpless to the steady smacks against her slowly roasting bottom.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Please, I’m s-s-sorry!” Amaya cried out as tears spilled in earnest from her cheeks. She felt humiliated and small, not to mention in pain, as her bottom burned, the stinging smacks setting her skin afire. Even worse, she could feel slickness between her thighs, Nanny’s words about her enjoying her punishment echoing in her ears. She didn’t enjoy it, she did
n’t! But her pussy had betrayed her and she could feel the wetness gathering there, despite her mental denials of the fact. “I’ll listen to Nanny! Stop Papa, please stop!”
“You are no longer in control, little miss,” Papa said, his deep voice firm and commanding.
SMACK! SMACK!
“I am in control of you and, by extension of me, your Nanny is in control of you when you’re not around.”
SMACK! SMACK!
“Four more and then you’ll be done.”
Amaya cried out, sobbing as Papa delivered the four hardest smacks yet, two to her sit-spots which were already burning, one right down the sensitive crease of her buttocks so that the tips of his fingers snapped against her anus, and the very last one right on her swollen, wet pussy lips. That one made her howl. She felt like her entire lower body was on fire and not just from pain, but that just confused her even further.
“Good girl, Amaya, you did very well,” Papa said soothingly, picking her up on his lap. Amaya found herself clinging to him, seeking comfort even though he’d been the one to punish her.
Her bottom was on fire, her buttocks thoroughly roasted, and all she wanted was the comforting hug of the man responsible. It defied logic and yet she couldn’t help herself. His arms were so warm and secure, his deep voice murmured reassurances that were like a balm, and somehow she felt safe and cherished in a way that she never had been before.
Papa held her gently, letting her press her face into his shoulder as her tears subsided. His fingers stroked through her hair, a wonderful sensation that was almost completely foreign to her. Amaya couldn’t remember the last time someone else had touched her hair, especially not like this.
She would have been happy just being cuddled and comforted for the rest of the ride to her new home, but Papa was turning her on his lap so that she was facing her Nanny. Amaya sniffled a little bit as she looked at Nanny Quinn, blushing as she realized how that whole scene must have looked from the other woman’s point of view. The spanking that she’d earned by trying to rat on her Nanny.
She was so busy being embarrassed that she completely missed the little nod her Papa gave her Nanny.
“Amaya, do you have anything to say to your Nanny?” Papa asked, his voice gently prodding.
Amaya sniffled again, but she knew what she had to do. This was the life she had chosen after all, even if she hadn’t expected someone like Quinn. “I’m sorry for trying to get you in trouble,” Amaya said quietly, wiping the lingering tears from her eyes.
“And?” Her Papa’s voice remained stern. Amaya wriggled.
“And… and for being bad?” It was more of a question than a statement, but Nanny nodded her head in approval and Papa didn’t add another rejoinder so it must have been the right response. Amaya felt like groaning. Her butt was aflame, she was utterly embarrassed, but she was also becoming very aware that her Papa had a very nice big lap with a very nice, very hard cock pressing against her hot bottom.
“Good girl, Amaya,” Nanny said, her voice almost prim. “Now spread your legs and put them on either side of your Papa’s so that I can see whether or not your spanking made you wet.”
Immediately Amaya stiffened. She already knew she was wet, she just didn’t want to admit it and she certainly didn’t want to expose herself to Nanny Quinn in that manner! On the other hand, the skin of her bottom was already raw from two spankings, and after her Papa’s display of domination just a few minutes earlier, Amaya knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.
Tucking her head down to her chest, the very image of a sulky little girl, Amaya closed her eyes and did what her Nanny told her to. The skirt of her dress slid upwards as her thighs spread. Her Papa wasn’t sitting with his legs very far apart, but they were so big that she had to spread her own quite wide to put them on the outside of his. She bet her face was as red as her butt as she exposed herself, feeling the cool air brushing against the wet lips of her pussy.
The minimal coverage given to her by her skirt was completely taken away as Nanny Quinn lifted the skirt and tucked it up around Amaya’s hips, leaving her completely bare. Amaya let out an embarrassed little moan, clenching her fists at her side to keep from trying to recover herself, her head turning to press the side of her face against her Papa’s chest, as if she could hide from the indignity of having another woman seeing her bare pussy splayed out so obscenely.
“Oh yes, Mr. Stine,” Nanny Quinn said, her voice filled with satisfaction. “Your little girl is very wet.”
******
The air in the carriage was thick with arousal. Not just Amaya’s, but Grant’s and Quinn’s as well. Amaya’s tanned thighs were spread wide apart by his own and the musky scent of her arousal filled his nose. He would have liked to be the first to taste her sweet juices and bring her to orgasm, but at the moment a salutary lesson on just who was in charge was more important. Besides, being a voyeur could occasionally be its own reward, and Grant anticipated many a time when he would enjoy watching Quinn handle her charge. She was the only person he was willing to share Amaya with in any manner, and only because he had no intention of ever providing Amaya with a “Mommy,” but he thought that it was important his little girl still have a woman fulfilling the basics of that role.
That was just life on Hebe.
“Since she took her spanking like such a good girl, I think you should be rewarded,” Grant said, his voice growing huskier with anticipation even as envy and a tiny spurt of jealousy went through him. “Amaya, tuck your arms behind your back, between my body and yours.”
Obviously confused about what kind of reward necessitated trapping her arms between her and her Papa, Amaya nevertheless obeyed. Which wasn’t surprising. The classes on how to introduce a little to his or her new life encouraged keeping the little off balance emotionally at first, reinforcing the need for dependence on the Papa or Mama. Grant was now seeing firsthand how quickly Amaya clung to his dominance, his command, in her confusion. The soreness of her reddened bottom wouldn’t hurt either, as both a motivator and to facilitate her disorientation. He sincerely doubted she was used to dealing with the physical ramifications of a well spanked bottom.
Closing his arms around her body, Grant smiled as Amaya squirmed against him and then shuddered as he cupped her breasts in his hands. With her arms folded behind her back, her breasts were thrust outward, hardened nipples like little cherries ripe for picking pressed against the front of her dress. Since she wasn’t wearing any underclothing, there was only a thin layer of fabric between his hands and her soft mounds. Unfortunately the neckline on her dress was too high for him to tug it down, but it wasn’t her breasts he was going to focus on anyway.
Amaya squealed as Grant moved one hand down between her legs, pressing his finger into her pussy. Immediately she bucked, pushing her breasts against his hand, and he squeezed roughly as he pulled her tightly against him, trapping her arms between their bodies so she was entirely helpless.
“Please… nooo…” Amaya panted, moaning as she tried to squeeze her legs shut despite the excited shiver of her body. She couldn’t manage to close his thighs though, so had no hope of doing so on her own. “You can’t… Nanny can’t… she can’t see…”
“You’re on Hebe now, not Vericat, little girl,” Grant whispered in her ear, pinching her nipple through her dress and using the fabric to roll the tender bud as he began to pump his finger in and out of her pussy. Her clit swelled against his touch, her inner muscles tightening down around the thick digit plunging in and out of her, stroking her intimately, learning her responses – which were already quite passionate as she was highly aroused. “You’ve signed away control of your body to me. You have no more rights. If I want to reward you and your Nanny is watching, that’s not for you to decide if she can stay, it’s for me. I’m going to claim every part of your body; it’s all mine to do with as I please and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Shaking, Amaya writhed on Grant’s lap as she came with a loud, so
bbing cry.
Chapter 4
Humiliation and ecstasy washed over Amaya in equal measures. She’d never been so brutally handled in her life, and yet she’d never had such an intense orgasm either. There was something incredibly exciting about having no control, even as she felt ashamed that she’d climaxed with a woman watching. Her nipples were hard little throbbing points as Papa continued to pinch them alternatively through the waves of her orgasm, adding a stinging bite to the already uncomfortable burn of her rear end to mix with her pleasure.
Papa’s finger kept stroking, the heel of his palm pressing against her swollen clit, making her writhe as the rapture became so intense it was painful. Papa’s hold on her made it impossible for her to lean forward enough to release her arms and so there was nothing she could do about any of it. That thought had her screaming as another intense wave of ecstasy ripped through her, more tears spilling down her cheeks although this time for a different reason.
“I think I’ve made my point,” Papa said, his voice smug as he gave Amaya’s nipples one last little pinch.
He gave Amaya’s pussy one last little stroke before withdrawing. Between her legs, her pussy was dark and swollen from her orgasms, her inner muscles still spasming. Papa patted her sensitive folds gently, making Amaya wince uncertainly… the proprietary nature of his caress reassured her even as she worried that he might bring her to another climax - she didn’t think she could handle anymore!
Instead, he gently lifted her from his lap and she found herself kneeling on the floor, facing him. He was so handsome and big and strong that just looking at him again made her feel breathless.
“This is the next part of your lesson,” Papa said, undoing the front of his pants. His cock sprung out and Amaya gasped. It was huge! The biggest she’d ever seen; both longer and thicker than any in her experience, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit of trepidation. “After you are punished, you will complete your penance by pleasuring me with your mouth.”